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best_enemiesMore fic from the Anon Meme. I love the Anon Meme. I treasure the Anon Meme. Have you visited your Anon Meme today guys?
Title: Unknown.
Pairing: One/WarChief!Master
Length: Approx 2250
Summary: One and the Master talk about their granddaughter Susan.
Warnings: Non-con.
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian): Unknown.
Why this must be read: This is one of those fics that just makes me want to squee and flail and shove it into the hands of everyone within reach, regardless of fandom, shipping preferences, or whether I actually, you know, know them. I want to spend all day raving about how perfect phrases like 'wilds of space' are. It is just Good Fic. It's got absolutely spot-on characterisation of Susan, the War Chief and One, and yet makes the One/WC!Master pairing work, albeit in a totally sickening way. It's one of those fics that packs a world of detail and insight into every sentence so you're reeling from one to the next just holding on for the ride. It lets you mourn for their relationship and sympathise with their points of view whilst also understanding exactly why they're not together at this point. In particular it has two strengths that probably work so well because they support one another.
Firstly, it contextualises everything. It touches on the rift between Koschei and Theta, but doesn't simplify it to merely a personal falling out. Whatever caused it, it's firmly placed within the realms of societal expectations and protocol and what that means for both of them (also Bad Things. But it's the other stuff that really intrigues me.) Whilst still individuals, the implication is that they in no way sprang full-grown from the forehead of Rassilon, and that is awesome. That supports the other thing I adore about this fic, which is the particular characterisation of One. Our Fearless Leader is fond of pointing out that One is not the little boy Five reminisces wanted to drive train engines as a boy (actually touched on here). This fic shows how some of the changes that we've seen take place over the course of the Doctor's life might have occured, and while not trying to create some kind of overarching unifying theme a la the Drums, it reconciles some of the differences without trying to prevent One from being the fantastic, irascible old individiual he is onscreen. Also omg hypnotising as a socially accepted thing with legitimate applications I love it. And you will love it too.*
Excerpt: Susan is running across the glen, and in his arms before the Doctor can say a word. He clutches her to him—he’s in a new body, fresh and younger than the Doctor’s, but his identity is all too obvious. Susan buries her face in his black jacket, and her slick black hair is the exact floor of the Master’s, and his eyes, which the Doctor sees in Susan every day, his eyes which haven’t changed at all in this new body, glint at the Doctor.
The Master tilts up his chin, daring the Doctor to do something, to call her away or rush to her defense or to scream at the Master not to touch her. The Doctor doesn’t believe the Master is so far gone as to harm their own descendant. Neither will he have this fight in front of their grandchild, and the Master suspects it. Is using it to his advantage.
Link to the story: Here.
*This is not a contractually ratified promise. But it's still true.
Title: Unknown.
Pairing: One/WarChief!Master
Length: Approx 2250
Summary: One and the Master talk about their granddaughter Susan.
Warnings: Non-con.
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian): Unknown.
Why this must be read: This is one of those fics that just makes me want to squee and flail and shove it into the hands of everyone within reach, regardless of fandom, shipping preferences, or whether I actually, you know, know them. I want to spend all day raving about how perfect phrases like 'wilds of space' are. It is just Good Fic. It's got absolutely spot-on characterisation of Susan, the War Chief and One, and yet makes the One/WC!Master pairing work, albeit in a totally sickening way. It's one of those fics that packs a world of detail and insight into every sentence so you're reeling from one to the next just holding on for the ride. It lets you mourn for their relationship and sympathise with their points of view whilst also understanding exactly why they're not together at this point. In particular it has two strengths that probably work so well because they support one another.
Firstly, it contextualises everything. It touches on the rift between Koschei and Theta, but doesn't simplify it to merely a personal falling out. Whatever caused it, it's firmly placed within the realms of societal expectations and protocol and what that means for both of them (also Bad Things. But it's the other stuff that really intrigues me.) Whilst still individuals, the implication is that they in no way sprang full-grown from the forehead of Rassilon, and that is awesome. That supports the other thing I adore about this fic, which is the particular characterisation of One. Our Fearless Leader is fond of pointing out that One is not the little boy Five reminisces wanted to drive train engines as a boy (actually touched on here). This fic shows how some of the changes that we've seen take place over the course of the Doctor's life might have occured, and while not trying to create some kind of overarching unifying theme a la the Drums, it reconciles some of the differences without trying to prevent One from being the fantastic, irascible old individiual he is onscreen. Also omg hypnotising as a socially accepted thing with legitimate applications I love it. And you will love it too.*
Excerpt: Susan is running across the glen, and in his arms before the Doctor can say a word. He clutches her to him—he’s in a new body, fresh and younger than the Doctor’s, but his identity is all too obvious. Susan buries her face in his black jacket, and her slick black hair is the exact floor of the Master’s, and his eyes, which the Doctor sees in Susan every day, his eyes which haven’t changed at all in this new body, glint at the Doctor.
The Master tilts up his chin, daring the Doctor to do something, to call her away or rush to her defense or to scream at the Master not to touch her. The Doctor doesn’t believe the Master is so far gone as to harm their own descendant. Neither will he have this fight in front of their grandchild, and the Master suspects it. Is using it to his advantage.
Link to the story: Here.
*This is not a contractually ratified promise. But it's still true.
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